Relief
After a few nerve racking hours, Bob informed us that Spike was alive and had been taken to the Sacred Heart hospital on Mars but he was in very unstable condition.
Spike, unstable? There was some definetely some bittersweet irony in that statement.
Jet didn't seem too excited about going to see Spike but I was. It was a weird kind of excitement though, a nervous kind. A kind that made me feel like I was about to either laugh hysterically, throw up or maybe even both. I couldn't wait to land back on Mars though.
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"This just doesn't seem right Faye, Spike being alive..." Jet was hobbling along the street on his injured leg with his eyebrows furrowed.
I rolled my eyes at him.
"The fact that the same man who survived getting thrown off of a building, and who has been shot about a billion times survived a confratation with one sick bastard doesn't seem right?"
"No, it doesn't..if you hadn't sent for that ambulance, he never would have survived."
"You don't know that."
"Mmm Hmm." he hummed quietly to himself.
"Mmm Hmm what, Jet? You can't make a statement like that until we talk to the doctor you know. I'll bet you five woolongs he would've survived without the ambulance." note to self- when you suggest gambling on your friends chances to live, you may have a gambling problem.
"You're on, Faye" he chuckled softly "After you." I was surprised when Jet opened the opened the door for me. Not that Jet wasn't a gentleman, he just wasn't usually one to me.
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"Your friend is lucky that ambulance showed up when it did, otherwise he never would have survived." the doctor said as he was leading us down the hallway to Spike's room.
I looked over at Jet, he was smiling at me. Damn it, why does that guy always have to be right?
I didn't even have five woolongs..Ah well, I'd just steal it from his "hidden" stash when we got back on the BeBop.
As we entered the room, a wave of nerves hit me again. Between the bright flourescent lights, and the harsh smell of antiseptic chemicals, I felt as if I was going to pass out, then I looked over at the bed next to the window.
There he was.
Spike.
Alive.
I couldn't move, all I could do was stare at him.
He was hooked up to all sorts of tubes and contraptions. Beeping and whirring machienes were breathing for him and
helping his heart beat. For some silly reason, I thought he would look just as he did after a tough bounty on a ship. Wrapped up in bandages like a mummy, but he was going to need alot more then gauze and hydrogen peroxide to get over this. It took everything I had inside me to keep from crying. I loved the guy, even if he was hell bent on destroying himself. That's the way families work, even the dysfunctional ones..not that there's really any other kind.
Doc started talking again.
"He suffered alot of damage to his torso. We're in the process of seeing what we can do about fixing his organs, possibly even growing new ones from his old tissue. It all depends how he does these next few weeks."
I walked towards the bed and Jet limped behind me and stopped to look out the window.
"I'm due in surgery in about a half an hour, if you have any questions, feel free to ask the nurse." and with that the doctor was gone.
"Geez Jet, he looks terrible.." Spike looked so fragile laying there. The sadistic part of me wanted to pinch him knowing he didn't have the strength to pinch me back, but I didn't want to wake him up, he looked peacful. He was probably dreaming of his star crossed lover..Julia..and now he could only be with her in his dreams.
I wondered what Romeo would do now that Juliet's dead?
Deep within my heart I was starting to regret what I had done.
Jet didn't answer me.
"I honestly didn't think he would look this bad..every other time before he didn't look this bad." his usuallly tan face was pale, bruised and swollen.
"Well this isn't every other time before, Faye, this wasn't some two bit bounty head he fought, it was one of the most ruthless men on Mars backed up by the most ruthless syndicate in the galaxy." his gruff voice was starting to thicken with anger.
"What the hell is wrong with you Jet?" I snapped at him.
"Aren't you happy that he's alive?"
Jet had his real arm leaning on the window ledge and his artificial one dangling at his side. His eyes were focused on something outside. He just didn't want to look at Spike.
"Of course I am Faye, it's just..I don't think he's going to be to happy when he wakes up. I don't think you should have gotten involved..it was none of your business."
"None of my business? What about all the times you came after me, Jet?" How was that any of your business?"
I turned my back on Spike and started glaring at Jet.
"It was my business because usually you stole my money, and my fuel!" he roared.
"Keep your voice down!" I yelled. "You're gonna wake Spike up!"
"Hey," a soft voice spoke behind my back. I looked around at him wide-eyed, hoping he didn't notice the slight smile forming on my face. "Could you two shut the hell up?" Spike's voice sounded weak but his usual tone of sarcasm was still there.
Jet and I just stared at him for a few seconds, shocked that he was already awake, then things went back to normal.
"Umm excuse me, but Jet and I were having a coversation here, before you so rudely interrupted us, Spike." I snapped back in my bitchiest tone.
"Can it Faye, because if there's anything worse to wake up to then your off key singing, it's your off key yelling." he flashed me his stupid crooked smile.
Without even thinking about it, I ran over to the empty bed and grabbed the pillow and drew it back ready to wollop his poofy green haired head with it.
"Faye! Don't!" Jet grasped my arm back and held onto it until I dropped the pillow to the floor. I glared at Jet, then at Spike and stormed out of the room.
Most of our future visits were like that, Like an endless Tom and Jerry marathon. Sometimes Spike would win, and sometimes I would, but Jet would always stop things before they got too out of hand.
It was just like old times at the hospital, which was why I was so surprised a few weeks later when Spike came back to the Bebop at how much he changed. That was also when I started regretting what I had done.
After a few nerve racking hours, Bob informed us that Spike was alive and had been taken to the Sacred Heart hospital on Mars but he was in very unstable condition.
Spike, unstable? There was some definetely some bittersweet irony in that statement.
Jet didn't seem too excited about going to see Spike but I was. It was a weird kind of excitement though, a nervous kind. A kind that made me feel like I was about to either laugh hysterically, throw up or maybe even both. I couldn't wait to land back on Mars though.
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"This just doesn't seem right Faye, Spike being alive..." Jet was hobbling along the street on his injured leg with his eyebrows furrowed.
I rolled my eyes at him.
"The fact that the same man who survived getting thrown off of a building, and who has been shot about a billion times survived a confratation with one sick bastard doesn't seem right?"
"No, it doesn't..if you hadn't sent for that ambulance, he never would have survived."
"You don't know that."
"Mmm Hmm." he hummed quietly to himself.
"Mmm Hmm what, Jet? You can't make a statement like that until we talk to the doctor you know. I'll bet you five woolongs he would've survived without the ambulance." note to self- when you suggest gambling on your friends chances to live, you may have a gambling problem.
"You're on, Faye" he chuckled softly "After you." I was surprised when Jet opened the opened the door for me. Not that Jet wasn't a gentleman, he just wasn't usually one to me.
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"Your friend is lucky that ambulance showed up when it did, otherwise he never would have survived." the doctor said as he was leading us down the hallway to Spike's room.
I looked over at Jet, he was smiling at me. Damn it, why does that guy always have to be right?
I didn't even have five woolongs..Ah well, I'd just steal it from his "hidden" stash when we got back on the BeBop.
As we entered the room, a wave of nerves hit me again. Between the bright flourescent lights, and the harsh smell of antiseptic chemicals, I felt as if I was going to pass out, then I looked over at the bed next to the window.
There he was.
Spike.
Alive.
I couldn't move, all I could do was stare at him.
He was hooked up to all sorts of tubes and contraptions. Beeping and whirring machienes were breathing for him and
helping his heart beat. For some silly reason, I thought he would look just as he did after a tough bounty on a ship. Wrapped up in bandages like a mummy, but he was going to need alot more then gauze and hydrogen peroxide to get over this. It took everything I had inside me to keep from crying. I loved the guy, even if he was hell bent on destroying himself. That's the way families work, even the dysfunctional ones..not that there's really any other kind.
Doc started talking again.
"He suffered alot of damage to his torso. We're in the process of seeing what we can do about fixing his organs, possibly even growing new ones from his old tissue. It all depends how he does these next few weeks."
I walked towards the bed and Jet limped behind me and stopped to look out the window.
"I'm due in surgery in about a half an hour, if you have any questions, feel free to ask the nurse." and with that the doctor was gone.
"Geez Jet, he looks terrible.." Spike looked so fragile laying there. The sadistic part of me wanted to pinch him knowing he didn't have the strength to pinch me back, but I didn't want to wake him up, he looked peacful. He was probably dreaming of his star crossed lover..Julia..and now he could only be with her in his dreams.
I wondered what Romeo would do now that Juliet's dead?
Deep within my heart I was starting to regret what I had done.
Jet didn't answer me.
"I honestly didn't think he would look this bad..every other time before he didn't look this bad." his usuallly tan face was pale, bruised and swollen.
"Well this isn't every other time before, Faye, this wasn't some two bit bounty head he fought, it was one of the most ruthless men on Mars backed up by the most ruthless syndicate in the galaxy." his gruff voice was starting to thicken with anger.
"What the hell is wrong with you Jet?" I snapped at him.
"Aren't you happy that he's alive?"
Jet had his real arm leaning on the window ledge and his artificial one dangling at his side. His eyes were focused on something outside. He just didn't want to look at Spike.
"Of course I am Faye, it's just..I don't think he's going to be to happy when he wakes up. I don't think you should have gotten involved..it was none of your business."
"None of my business? What about all the times you came after me, Jet?" How was that any of your business?"
I turned my back on Spike and started glaring at Jet.
"It was my business because usually you stole my money, and my fuel!" he roared.
"Keep your voice down!" I yelled. "You're gonna wake Spike up!"
"Hey," a soft voice spoke behind my back. I looked around at him wide-eyed, hoping he didn't notice the slight smile forming on my face. "Could you two shut the hell up?" Spike's voice sounded weak but his usual tone of sarcasm was still there.
Jet and I just stared at him for a few seconds, shocked that he was already awake, then things went back to normal.
"Umm excuse me, but Jet and I were having a coversation here, before you so rudely interrupted us, Spike." I snapped back in my bitchiest tone.
"Can it Faye, because if there's anything worse to wake up to then your off key singing, it's your off key yelling." he flashed me his stupid crooked smile.
Without even thinking about it, I ran over to the empty bed and grabbed the pillow and drew it back ready to wollop his poofy green haired head with it.
"Faye! Don't!" Jet grasped my arm back and held onto it until I dropped the pillow to the floor. I glared at Jet, then at Spike and stormed out of the room.
Most of our future visits were like that, Like an endless Tom and Jerry marathon. Sometimes Spike would win, and sometimes I would, but Jet would always stop things before they got too out of hand.
It was just like old times at the hospital, which was why I was so surprised a few weeks later when Spike came back to the Bebop at how much he changed. That was also when I started regretting what I had done.